I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5290 | 2020-04-14 19:02:03 | 90.47 | 98% |
| 4931 | 2020-04-08 23:22:14 | 102.71 | 99% |
| 4752 | 2020-04-07 22:50:09 | 94.25 | 98% |